Yesterday, you asked if I could imagine you and I, us, together
And I quickly replied yes.
Today, I see you and I, us, already together
Because without you I'm a mess.
It's unquestionable.
You feed me in so many ways and I am no where near full.
Your voice, like blackberries, always taste sweet.
Your cockiness tickles me yet it's tender like meat.
Your personality reminds me of strawberries, the flavor is always consistent. Bewildered by this break between and what it really all means.
However, my body is affected by my spirits lack of energy
And your love is what it needs.
By Nia Jehan
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